This was a pretty amazing run. I set off to the north, and had it in my mind that I would get to St. John’s and run over the massive bridge in that area of Portland. The sun was amazing, the temperature was perfect, and I had just the right amount of energy from breakfast and water in my system. So, I set off.
The run itself was easy. I took a slower pace than I normally do because I wanted to get to ten miles and hopefully push beyond that. I was doing fine, and even stopped for a moment to get some water when I did get into the middle of St. John’s village. I ran across the bridge, smiling from ear to ear, and as I was turning back towards town, I felt something like a wall just fall in front of me. As I approached the ten-mile mark, I could feel myself getting heavy and sluggish. It was all-of-the-sudden, as if I just simply ran out of go-juice. At mile ten, I simply stopped running. It was also at mile ten that I realized I was seven miles from home and was going to have to hoof it all the way back.
I want to break this wall. I want to get past ten miles. I need to find a way to fuel myself properly, both before and during the run. I will figure this out.